Lost in Chelsea
|A development broadcasting its greener credentials|
Migraines are funny things. As well as the headache, I've spent most of this week with a runny nose, not being able to speak or remember properly and fingers insisting on typing dyslexic looking words instead of what my thoughts are telling them to do.
On Monday morning I discovered a new feature of this condition when I lost my ability to get somewhere directly. Thus I eventually found myself at Kensington tube station instead of the Chelsea Flower Show as expected.
|Very early stages of preparing for Chelsea in Bloom|
|The final stages of preparation nearby combined with a little light window cleaning|
It did however, give me an opportunity to explore Chelsea in Bloom and life outside of the show instead of afterwards as planned.
|Elsewhere everything is in place ready for opening...|
|... and there's also the opportunity to have some fun|
If I'd gone after the show, then I would have missed seeing Georgie putting the final touches to her display in the Peter Jones window. A wonderful coup for her and the work being done by everyone involved in promoting British grown flowers.
|This dead tree was a stark reminder of the importance of Jo Thompson's show garden|
Georgie's husband (who was also in the shop window on Monday) was directly involved with Jo Thompson's Stop the Spread show garden as he provided the poignant ash sculpture seen at the entrance.
|Here's hoping it's not RIP|
|Stop the Spread|